March 25, 2016, 11:13 AM
The Ghost had taken sanctuary with the company of the Sea Dogs - the loud, noisy, non-canine ones, that is - hunkered down on a cliff-side, high above their turbulent shores, sea-kissed gaze ever watching their mounting troubles from above. He had found entertainment in this viewing for a few days time, as spring brought upon the rising tensions of their mating season. Like great Titans, the massive males began their squabbles, bellowing great roars and throwing their weight about in careless, dangerous manners; their primitive rituals were interesting to gawk at in his abundant down time. But he could only watch the madness for so long before it too bored him, and so the brute went on the move again.
The Sea had always been his comfort zone, and so he stuck to the shore, heavy feet sinking deep into the sand as he padded forth, likely making his journey more energy-taxing than necessary - but his muscles were long since conditioned for such terrain. He covered a great distance through that day, making his way north all the while taking in the new scenery. He did not know where exactly he was going, or where he intended to stop; such was the life of a loner, with no real purpose in this life other than basic survival.
At some point he decided to divert from the relatively straight northward path he had been taking, the thick smell of earthly life pulling him from the salty air of the coast into the uncertainty of the inner bramble. For miles, he had managed to avoid a single soul - perhaps due in part to his strategic avoidance of any heavily scented paths that may lead to the encounter of a pack - but his solo journey was about to be interrupted.
He caught wind of the female only mere moments before his cerulean gaze saw her. She was but a dark, hulking figure in the distance, pieces of earth falling from her thick form as she proceeded onward. The bitch was on a mission, that was for sure - and on the premise that he lacked much motive for the time being, he decided to alter his course to sneakily follow her. The Wraith just happened to be down-wind of her, and so he would likely remain undetected. But it was not long before he gained on her enough that his footsteps would no longer be silent, and the brute fully expected to be noticed now. He was cautious, of course, since it was likely that the woman would not appreciate his encroaching on her, but he was also confident he could handle whatever ill feelings she may cast upon him. The Ghost was bored and looking to stir the pot - would this she-beast humor him?
The Sea had always been his comfort zone, and so he stuck to the shore, heavy feet sinking deep into the sand as he padded forth, likely making his journey more energy-taxing than necessary - but his muscles were long since conditioned for such terrain. He covered a great distance through that day, making his way north all the while taking in the new scenery. He did not know where exactly he was going, or where he intended to stop; such was the life of a loner, with no real purpose in this life other than basic survival.
At some point he decided to divert from the relatively straight northward path he had been taking, the thick smell of earthly life pulling him from the salty air of the coast into the uncertainty of the inner bramble. For miles, he had managed to avoid a single soul - perhaps due in part to his strategic avoidance of any heavily scented paths that may lead to the encounter of a pack - but his solo journey was about to be interrupted.
He caught wind of the female only mere moments before his cerulean gaze saw her. She was but a dark, hulking figure in the distance, pieces of earth falling from her thick form as she proceeded onward. The bitch was on a mission, that was for sure - and on the premise that he lacked much motive for the time being, he decided to alter his course to sneakily follow her. The Wraith just happened to be down-wind of her, and so he would likely remain undetected. But it was not long before he gained on her enough that his footsteps would no longer be silent, and the brute fully expected to be noticed now. He was cautious, of course, since it was likely that the woman would not appreciate his encroaching on her, but he was also confident he could handle whatever ill feelings she may cast upon him. The Ghost was bored and looking to stir the pot - would this she-beast humor him?
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